My background a bit I may have said before I like poetry And I always want more I began in high school It was English class Writing was my best tool Years later , it has never faded I still write Most of mine are "g" rated I write almost daily I really need to More often now lately There's many who write All over the world Their poetry is so tight I will forever be reading Learning more I hope I never stop writing ©Schizology

Schizology

White White were those walls, Tainted in time. The dark oil patches, The steams and smoke. Dreams buried within each drop. Yes, the walls of kitchen... Painted all in tears and blood. The blood of killed dreams. The tears of mere body alive. And they say of funeral... To have the most tears flown. And of battlegrounds, For the count of blood drops. But these kitchen walls! They have witnessed the most of these. ©Sup_holster

Sup_holster

My background a bit I may have said before I like poetry And I always want more I began in high school It was English class Writing was my best tool Years later , it has never faded I still write Most of mine are "g" rated I write almost daily I really need to More often now lately There's many who write All over the world Their poetry is so tight I will forever be reading Learning more I hope I never stop writing ©Schizology

Schizology

White White were those walls, Tainted in time. The dark oil patches, The steams and smoke. Dreams buried within each drop. Yes, the walls of kitchen... Painted all in tears and blood. The blood of killed dreams. The tears of mere body alive. And they say of funeral... To have the most tears flown. And of battlegrounds, For the count of blood drops. But these kitchen walls! They have witnessed the most of these. ©Sup_holster

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